318: Chapter 318 Enemy from the Upper Realm!

Su Mo, who had been leisurely watching the scene play out, slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Old Ancestor?”

He murmured to himself, a glimmer of interest flashing in his eyes.

“It seems there are still some old antiques hidden deep within this palace?”

Receiving his father's near-collapsing command, the Immortal Emperor jolted and quickly rushed toward the most hidden, ancient altar deep within the palace from his memories.

With trembling hands, he took out a strange, dark-gold incense stick about three inches long from his personal storage treasure.

This incense was nameless; the imperial secret records only referred to it as the 'Inverse Dragon Incense.' It was never to be used unless the nation faced a crisis of total annihilation!

The Immortal Emperor bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the incense, then lit it using a secret technique.

A strange, eerie blue flame lit up at the tip of the incense. There was no ordinary smoke, only a thread-thin, concentrated golden mist that did not dissipate. It shot straight into the sky, ignoring all obstacles, and instantly vanished above the palace.

The entire world seemed to fall silent for a fleeting moment.

Even Fu Tianming, who had just condensed his form again and was preparing for another charge, paused slightly, his crimson eyes looking warily at the sky.

Su Mo also looked up, his leisurely expression tightening slightly as a hint of seriousness entered his gaze.

Buzz—

An indescribable sense of heaviness descended without warning upon the palace ruins and the heart of every living being in the Imperial Capital.

The sky... grew dark.

It wasn't dark clouds blocking the sun, but rather as if a boundless, heavy presence had quietly covered the firmament.

Everyone involuntarily looked up.

Then, they witnessed a scene that made their Souls tremble—

The sky was falling!

An indescribably massive phantom, nearly obscuring the entire Imperial Capital and even broader heavens, slowly emerged above the Nine Heavens.

The massive phantom obscuring the sun slowly condensed, its outline becoming clear. Though still illusory, one could see it was an exceptionally young-looking man wearing imperial robes.

The moment this phantom solidified, Fu Tianming, who had been staring fixedly at the sky, jerked violently, his crimson pupils shrinking to the size of needlepoints.

He immediately sent an urgent voice transmission to Su Mo beside him:

“Little friend! Run! This is a Peak Golden Immortal Cultivator from Yunxiao Heaven! Although it's only a projection descending via Bloodline incense and not the true body, the gap in Realm is too vast! It's definitely not something we can face right now! Retreat quickly!”

At the same time Fu Tianming sent his transmission, the wretched Emperor used all his strength to scream toward the phantom in the sky:

“Old Ancestor! Please uphold justice for your unworthy descendant and slay these two villains! They destroyed my palace, slaughtered my people, and used evil methods to frantically drain the Foundation and Luck accumulated by my Huangji Immortal Dynasty over tens of thousands of years! They seek to overthrow the Zhao family's reign! I beg the Old Ancestor to manifest and exterminate this calamity!”

In the sky, the phantom of the young man in ancient imperial robes seemed to move slightly.

His gaze lingered on Su Mo for a moment before sweeping over the battle-ready Fu Tianming beside him.

“A True Immortal...”

“And a piece of trash who is nothing but a remnant Soul, barely maintaining a Golden Immortal status while straying into the path of a Fallen Immortal...”

His voice paused, and then, his indifferent tone carried a hint of disdain and weariness.

“Zhao Yuan, as the current Immortal Emperor and a Peak Profound Immortal with the Luck of a dynasty at your disposal, you were actually pushed to such a state... Truly, you have regressed with age.”

“To think my Zhao Bloodline would produce such a descendant who disgraces our house.”

This assessment was like the coldest blade stabbing into Emperor's heart, causing his already pale face to flush instantly, yet he dared not offer the slightest retort and could only bury his head lower.

The Old Ancestor's phantom had clearly lost patience.

Hmph.

A light snort.

The moment the snort sounded, the space within a thousand-foot radius centered on Su Mo, Fu Tianming, and Emperor seemed to be lightly pinched.

There was no world-shaking explosion, no brilliant or blinding light.

Only a silent erasure.

The expression on Emperor's face—a mix of fear, humiliation, malice, and a sliver of hope for survival—instantly froze.

His Peak Profound Immortal protective immortal light, the last sliver of Imperial Dao Dragon Qi he had barely gathered, and his immortal body and Divine Soul tempered through countless tribulations... under the ripple of laws brought by that snort, they disintegrated inch by inch like a dried sand sculpture, turning into the finest, most basic energy particles before completely vanishing into nothingness.

He didn't even have time to let out a final scream.

Just a single snort.

The three of them had completely disappeared.

Not a trace of aura or a single scrap remained, as if they had never existed there.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

Only the phantom of the young Old Ancestor shrouding the firmament remained floating indifferently, as if he had merely brushed away a few specks of eyesore dust.

His gaze finally shifted downward, moving past the empty area that now held only a massive crater and radial ruins, and landed on the First Prince, the Immortal Emperor, who was slumped on the ground.

The indifferent voice rang out again, like a heavenly decree that brooked no doubt:

“Zhao Yuan was incompetent, causing the national fortune to be shaken and the palace to be destroyed. He is no longer fit to be Emperor.”

“You, Zhao Wuge.”

“From this moment on, you are the new Immortal Emperor of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty.”

“Reorganize the government, appease the people, recuperate, and gather Luck.”

“Do not... disappoint this seat again.”

As the words fell, the massive phantom obscuring the sun began to slowly fade and dissipate.

The Immortal Emperor sat blankly on the ground, his mind buzzing. The Old Ancestor's indifferent yet decree-like voice and the words 'new Immortal Emperor' echoed repeatedly.

Before the immense fear and sense of exhaustion had faded, another burning sensation—something called power—began to boil in his heart.

Just then, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the edge of the deep pit, the spot where Su Mo had originally stood and which should now be empty.

A point of gentle and restrained light was quietly floating three feet above the ground.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried an indescribable attraction and throb that originated from deep within his Bloodline.

It was that half of the dragon seal jade seal!

The Immortal Emperor's breathing suddenly stopped, then became incredibly heavy, and a near-mad, scorching light instantly erupted in his eyes!

His father had fallen, the powerful enemies had been turned to ash, the Old Ancestor had personally appointed him, and now even this half of the jade seal—representing legitimacy and the key to Luck—had miraculously been left behind here, waiting for him to pick it up!

This was destiny!

It was heaven's will for him, Zhao Wuge, to become the true new Emperor who fully possessed the Legacy of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty!

All fear, exhaustion, and confusion were driven away without a trace by the light of the jade seal at this moment.

He scrambled up from the ground and charged recklessly toward the floating jade seal!

The distance grew closer and closer. The intricate coiled dragon patterns on the jade seal were clearly visible, and that call from the same Bloodline almost made his Soul tremble.

Just one more step! Just one final step!

His fingertips were almost about to touch the smooth edge of the jade seal... when suddenly, a slender, clean, well-defined hand seemed to emerge from the void. It naturally and nonchalantly caught the floating, broken jade seal in its palm just before the Immortal Emperor's fingertips could reach it.

“Who gave you permission to touch my things?”